Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

Li Guanhai looked at the list displayed on the formation barrier and found that his opponent was a disciple of the Yunzhou military strategist named Dong Kuo.

This is a tall, dark-skinned young man with black and reddish hair, who looks full of wildness.

This skin color is characteristic of people from Yunzhou. The ultraviolet rays in that area are relatively strong, so this skin color is not easy to mess with at first glance.

Dong Kuo walked into the arena carrying a big gun. His majestic temperament and figure were extremely oppressive.

Li Guanhai stuffed a piece of milk flower into his mouth, clapped his hands and entered the room amidst the strange looks of the audience.

This guy looks like a fool, but he is a Confucian disciple, and he doesn't look like him at all.

Dong Kuo looked at him with a pair of tiger eyes, grinned, held the spear in his hand and saluted, "Dong Kuo, a military disciple of Yunzhou Qijue Sect, please give me some advice."

Quite polite.

Li Guanhai, who upholds the concept of "respecting others to the same extent, respecting others to the same extent," returned the salute, "Well, I'm Yunwei... ah no, Zhao Zi, a Confucian disciple of the Qijue Sect in Jiangzhou."

After introducing themselves to each other, they each stepped back a few feet and stood still, holding their hands in hand.

"Brother Zhao, look at the gun!"

Dong Kuo jumped up high and slammed down the spear in his hand with great force.

Body training?

The opponent's sudden burst of power made Li Guanhai realize that this guy was a monk who practiced body training. To be honest, he admired the monks who took the path of body training, because it was very hard, really hard, and he had to endure physical exercises every day. Pain requires strong willpower to keep going.

Although he admired him, Li Guanhai would not let him go.

He didn't like to use swords very much, but Zhao Zi's status as a Confucian disciple forced him to take out a sword from the Qiankun Bag.

There is no other way. Confucian disciples can't fight and kill with a knife, right?

He didn't want to act too shocking, otherwise he would arouse suspicion, so he dodged the spear and stabbed the opponent's back with his sword.

"Ha!" Dong Kuo shouted in a low voice, spurting out the energy in his body, blocking the long sword from a foot away, and took the opportunity to use a move to sweep away thousands of troops!

This sweep was so powerful that Li Guanhai jumped up to avoid it. The long sword in his hand was like an antelope hanging its horns, stabbing at the back of the opponent's neck at an extremely tricky angle.

So fast!

Dong Kuo's heart trembled. He used his strength to spin and at the same time raised the tail of his gun upwards. He opened the sword with a clang and punched the opponent before he hit the ground.

The fist strength is superimposed layer upon layer, as fierce as a raging wave rising higher than the last.

Li Guanhai spun rapidly in the air without any focus, shattering the strength of his fist and spitting out a sword light. This sword was as light as a feather, but as fast as lightning.

hiss.

Blood spattered, and Dong Kuo's fist that hit the iron tree without any feeling was stabbed with a bloody mark, but fortunately it was not injured.

Regardless of the sword injury, he swung the spear in a circle on his shoulder, held the tail of the gun with one hand, and used the inertia of the rotation to smash it hard.

Li Guanhai suddenly jumped up, appeared above Dong Kuo, and slapped his Tianling Cap with his palm.

The palm force spreads out, making people breathless.

Under this pressure, Dong Kuo's legs trembled and he could not dodge, so he had to grit his teeth and raise his palms to fight.

The moment his palms clasped together, there was an explosion. Dong Kuo's arms were in severe pain, as if they were about to break. He was also pressed by the palms and fell to his knees. At the critical moment, he used a kite move into the forest to avoid the follow-up. Palm strength.

He didn't dare to stop, he quickly moved several feet away with his steps, and looked at the Confucian disciple standing opposite with a sword, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Such a strong palm force, is this man really a Confucian disciple?

Yu Yinian, the master of Confucian Mountain in Jiangzhou Qijuemen Square, also frowned and remained silent.

The head of the military family on the side quietly gave him a thumbs up.

Several Confucian disciples were even more surprised and whispered among themselves.

"Senior Brother Zhao's sword is so fast!"

"Haven't you noticed that in addition to being fast with the sword, Senior Brother Zhao is also very fast with his body skills?"

"Indeed, and that Dong Kuo is a military strategist who practices physical training. Senior Brother Zhao's palm power can actually completely suppress him. It seems that he is usually hiding his capabilities and biding his time."

In the field, Dong Kuo wiped away the blood that had overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Without saying a word, he turned around and waved his gun to stir up sand and dust. The hand holding the gun barrel had blue veins popping out and trembling, as if he was trying to control the powerful force.

At this moment, the others' guns merged into one, their feet smashed the floor tiles, and they struck Li Guanhai like a crossbow arrow fired from a siege crossbow.

A dragon's head vaguely emerged from the tip of the spear, and it screamed, echoing throughout the martial arts arena.

The spiritual energy in the place where the dragon spear passed was completely extracted, and the ground was overwhelmed and shattered inch by inch.

This is a military strategist's method to cut off the blue dragon!

When the Confucian disciples of Jiangzhou Qijue Sect saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel excited.

Confucianism is actually not good at close combat, and mainly relies on magic to fight. If Zhao Zi does not use Confucian magic and chooses to resist with a long sword as before, the situation will be very bad.

Facing Dong Kuo's extremely powerful flying thrust, Li Guanhai turned his sword upside down and inserted it into the ground. A scroll of letters appeared in his hand, and he shouted: "Wall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thick rock walls suddenly rose up in front of him, as if they were growing out of the ground.

Bang bang bang bang.

The unstoppable dragon spear pierced through the rock walls, breaking through the rock walls like a bamboo.

Li Guanhai shouted again: "Slow down!"

As expected, the speed of the dragon spear thrust was indeed slowed down, but the effect was not very obvious.

"Shen!"

Another mantra was spoken, and the speed of the dragon gun was reduced again.

"slow!"

"Late!"

After the four-character mantra came out, the dragon spear shining with red light seemed to be stuck in a thousand-year-old muddy pool. Even with a force of ten thousand kilograms, it was difficult to exert it and was finally forced to stop.

Dong Kuo, who had broken away from the unity of man and spear, was unwilling to give up. Just as he was about to use a move of Qianjiang Yiyue to fight again, he suddenly felt his feet soften. When he looked down, he found that the ground where he was had turned into a small mud pit. His legs sank above his knees. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

He held the spear horizontally and tried to use it as a single pole to escape.

Suddenly, a sword sounded, and a long sword drew a graceful arc and stabbed into the ground next to the small mud pit, trembling continuously.

Dong Kuo smiled bitterly, and no longer struggled in vain. He sighed, "I lost."

"Wall!" As Li Guanhai said the word, a low wall lifted Dong Kuo out of the small mud pit.

Li Guanhai was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently. He clasped his hands together, swallowed his saliva and said, "Thank you."

He did it on purpose. Although Confucianism is powerful, it consumes a lot of mana and soul power. With his Xuanxian realm, it is no problem, but his current identity is Zhao Zibo, so he has to pretend.

The Confucian system is indeed unique among many cultivation systems. The one-word mantra it masters can make the words come true, just like what Li Guanhai did just now.

As long as he shouts the word "wall", a wall will rise from the ground.

As long as he shouts the word "sink", the selected target will slow down.

Then the question is, if the one-word mantra is so powerful, why don't you just shout out the word "die" when fighting with others? Wouldn't it be more convenient to let the opponent die directly?

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